riko with da k - anthem lyrics
[intro: riko with da k]
man, you know the f+ck goin’ on man
free p+ssna and baby d man
man, shout out to kodak my n+gga, i love n+gga fosho
f+ck whoever don’t like that
(skip about to go crazy)
[chorus: riko with da k]
walk ’em down with this cutter, get to buzzin’, he ain’t thuggin’
i could k!ll his whole gang, and i could put that on my cousin
ridin’ round with them cutters, we don’t do no f+ckin’ bluffin’
if we catch ’em down bad, then we gon’ have to f+ckin’ touch ’em
[verse 1: riko with da k]
yeah, we catch you slippin’, ain’t no runnin’, we get to bussin’
get out your body, we catch bodies from monday through sunday
he want me dead, but i ain’t scared, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
and if i slide, n+ggas dyin’, yeah that’s how i’m comin’
she took my soul, now she gone, song soul huntin’
we step on him, tiane knows that’s a whole hundred
i pop a perc’ and get in my zone and want a snow bunny
come through this b+tch and give switches and be a crash dummy
i know they thought that i was gone but now i’m back on it
pistols totin’ with a .30, f+ck the judge on it
sniper gan’ beat a case, f+ck your set homie
you cross my bother and i ain’t lettin’ up, that’s on y momma n+gga
[chorus: riko with da k]
walk ’em down with this cutter, get to buzzin’, he ain’t thuggin’
i could k!ll his whole gang, and i could put that on my cousin
ridin’ round with them cutters, we don’t do no f+ckin’ bluffin’
if we catch ’em down bad, then we gon’ have to f+ckin’ touch ’em
[verse 2: kodak black]
ayy, riko my twin, we love to spin, n+ggas know what we do
y’all tell that n+gga to come outside, i’ma tryna smoke his boof
i’m on my top, tryna pop, and a n+gga’s claim he oppin’
that boy ain’t down when i first droppin’ we ain’t f+ckin’ stoppin’
we slide me for haiti, millie with a skyrocket
and n+ggas speakin’ on zoe reekee, we gon’ ride ’bout it
i’m on my burner phone, imma burn this b+tch and soon we k!ll em’
and tell this b+tch stay out the way or she gon’ be a victim
i’m clutchin’ a cuter stick, tryna hit this l!ck, with a scissor
this smoke ain’t nothin’ sweet , in the backseat bussin’ down a swisher
i flipped a whip on self parole dont act like you dont remember
when i catch a lil p+ssy b+tch these hollow tips tearin’ up his liver
[chorus: riko with da k]
walk ’em down with this cutter, get to buzzin’, he ain’t thuggin’
i could k!ll his whole ‘ang, and i could put that on my cousin
ridin’ round with them cutters, we don’t do no f+ckin’ bluffin’
if we catch ’em down bad, then we gon’ have to f+ckin’ touch ’em
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